”“Mornin’, bitch.”“I’m not your bitch,” I glared at him.“You’re driving me around like you are,” Mikey chuckled.“I can drop you ...ff, oh, say anywhere,” I grinned.“Just kidding,” he held his arms up defensively. “But you look rough this morning.”“Didn’t get much sleep,” I admitted.“Two girls keeping you up late,” he grinned.“That’s not,” I paused in embarrassment. “Not at the same time,” I admitted sheepishly.“Everyone knows, dude. Just roll with it. Who else could pull it off?”“I’m not really. Before either teen could answer him, a series of shouts and screechingtires drew their attention outside. Walking toward the front door theycould see a pair of parked cars in the middle of the road.A young black man stood outside of his still open car door, looking downin complete terror at the young white woman's body he now had. Besidethe other vehicle a middle aged Asian woman with her hair in a bunstood looking at her own transformed body.All around town, everyone suddenly realized their. So I nodded my head the signal for him to start ; if this first lash was gentle I dreaded to thinkwhat later ones would be like , my whole body jerked under the rough rope as it landed acrossmy shoulders as he worked his way down my back , each stroke getting harsher but I seemedto relish each one ; so much pain and pleasure combined. He stopped once or twice toenquire if I was OK and stroke my back as I had started to whimper ; at lash 40 he announcedthe lashes would now get a lot harder as. It was the best feeling I had ever experienced in all my eleven years. Cormac let out moans of pleasure and moved my head up and down on his three and a half inch cock. I sucked and sucked until my best friend came for the first time in my mouth."Wow!" Cormac exclaimed, "I wanna do that for you!" He stared at me with a slightly puzzled expression. "What?" I ventured. He reached out and wiped a finger on the side of my mouth and held it up. I saw the drop of cum on his finger and said: "Taste.